Unmade & Remade

I haven't seen him in a while, he's more a friend of a friend. We're very different. He's very alternative, piercings, tattoos etc, I doubt he would ever think I'm into anything strange. Probably thinks I'm the straightest guy alive. I know he's had a wild past, which has fallen away over the years. Probably has a desk job now. He's manly, but has a side to him that I'm certain is kinky. I've pieced a few stories together. They had my mind reeling. I approach him one day, asking to meet, and he comes out for a drink. I can't imagine what he'd see in me, but I had to talk to someone, I had to try. So here we are. After the first round, I tell him what I am, really, and that I'd like him to hook me up with someone. In the meantime I could prove to him what I am.

Essentially, I've told him I want to be dressed up and whored. I guess the first round was a double. I didn't want to be too forward, but it's burning up inside me, has been for a long time now. It hurts like loneliness, only new. Worse.

He takes me back to his apartment, amused. I've told him I want to dress up and suck cock, but he doesn't believe me. I go into the bathroom with the stockings, panties and lipstick I've brought, I get changed quickly. When I come back, he's sitting on his bed, naked. Big grin on his face like he thinks I'm going to run. I'm wearing white stockings, red lipstick. Nervous as hell.

His body is lithe, skinny. Those tattoos go all around his body. It's hard to swallow, hard to think. I'm going to kiss every one. I go to him, drop instantly to my knees and take him in my mouth. He's astonished, he swears, calls me a slut. The word makes my head bob faster, he notices. He grabs my hair, plunges his thick long skinny cock into my mouth. Oh god. The taste, the musky smell. The saliva already sticking me to him. There is nothing but the room. The wet sounds, the simple motions. Primitive bliss. All my doubts falling away like scales. We do this for a while, he's gasping, writhing. Twitching. Fuck, am I the one doing this to him? He stops, pushes me away, then turns and bends over. My minds breaks a little, I don't even hesitate to rim him. Its so dirty, but I have to. I want to.

He cant believe it. "Fuck, you're dirty," he tells me. I go deeper, so that the names will get nastier. I tongue fuck him for a while before he turns around and studies me. "God, when did you turn into this?" I don't tell him. What does it matter. I just open my mouth, waiting. I suck him some more. He calls me pretty, and I don't think I've ever been so hard. So happy.

He remembers earlier, I asked him for a hook up. He laughs, asks me if I'm a bottom. I try to nod. He laughs more, then pushes me to the ground and spits on my ass. "Oh god, yes." I'm begging now. Pleading.

He enters me. Long thick dick. Hurts at first but then it's beautiful. So deep. Feels so full. Everything gives way to give him more. A lover. Inside me. Pulling me close to him. Don't know when I was last this happy. Was anything ever real like this? He spanks me. Nice little sting. He goes deep. It hurts more than I like, but I'm his so I take it. The burn slowly swells to pleasure. He tells me he's close, so I ask to taste it. He laughs. Oh god, that mocking tint. So hot. He leans forward, chest sticking to my back, then pulls out.

I look back at him, gaze longingly at his tattoos. I get on my knees then start kissing my way up his body. "You wanted a guy, right?" he asks.

"At least," I tell him. He laughs, then gets out his phone. We have mutual, though distant, friends, I haven't seen him in years. "No one must know," I say.

He laughs again. "Who the fuck would believe me?"

I take him back in my mouth, while he brings me more cock. He makes me stop sucking, doesn't want it to end. So I just rim him, while he lays on his front talking on his phone. After a while the door rings and two guys come in, burly, thick. They look at me and laugh. "She needs to be broke in," my tattooed man tells them.

She. Oh wow.

I'm still kneeling, it never occurred to me to get up. My friend looks down at me, almost tenderly. "What did you come here for, tell me?"

I can't hide the aching tone in my voice. "Just fuck me. Use me. I want you to do whatever you want with me. All of you. Can I be your sissy cum whore?" It's a stupid question, and they laugh. But the heat in their eyes is intoxicating. Soon they're naked and I'm on my knees going from cock to cock, getting them ready while they talk shit about me. "Just a guy I thought I knew" my friend says, "guess he's changed."

Not enough, I think. They sit on the bed, and I go from cock to cock, bobbing, sucking, kissing. Is this worship? Perhaps. My anus feels empty now. I crave him. In my friend's lap I beg him to pound me again. This sets them all off, and they bend me over, not laughing now.

One by one, they make a party of my body.

The first is big, but he's slow, methodical. He wants to enjoy me. He bites my neck. "Mark me," I plead. I needed souvenirs. Craved them. And he understands. He pulls out, then slams in, deep, urgent, like an animal. The noises though. So primal. I close my eyes and absorb them for later. Every sensation is a fantasy coming true. Each action is a new desire I've exposed, acknowledged with my flesh for the first time. When he cums it floods inside me, the first lover to make a woman of me. The second is younger, impetuous. He mounts me, disdainful of the mess, but he's fast, selfish. Calls me fag. Sissy. Stupid. Slutty. Each word makes me smile. Giddy. It's all so sexy it's wonderful. Surreal. Breathtaking. My legs are shaking, I'm dry cumming with every thrust. Body just giving in now. My friend has his cock in my mouth, and I take it slowly, my mouth knows it now. The man inside me spends himself, falling on me dramatically. His cock pops out and he asks me to clean him up.

I move around and stare at his slick, cum smeared rod. Mine. I think about what I'm about to do, then lick all the sweat and cum off his dick like it was a popsicle. I make appreciative noises, and they joke about me again. Oh. To be seen. I can feel their eyes, hard as any cock. I writhe for their amusement, I realise my cock is hard in my pants, but I haven't thought about it once. Now I take it out and jerk it. If I don't get a release I think I'll go insane.

They watch, silent now. I lick this cock clean, then turn to my friend, shiny mouth open. He frowns at first, stirred by the unsated girl in front of him. He puts his cock back in my mouth, fucking my face like I know he's never fucked anyone else's. He's an animal now. I drool, make my mouth wet, luxurious. He cums in my mouth, my hair caught bunched in his fists. Moaning like his pleasure is going to tip back over into laughter at any second.

I did that to him. I'm delightful now. They're sitting there, staring at me. So I lie back on the floor, rub my cock and then cum all over my shiny chest. My legs tremble. I whine. I'm panting. Spent. Can't remember my name. Although I think I have a new one now anyway. I'm embarrassed I went so far. Excited they let me, tipped me over. Sexually, emotionally, I am more relaxed than I have been in a long long time.

A little overwhelmed, I get up and go to the other room to clean myself up. I can still taste and smell them all. I close my eyes to hold onto it all a little longer. When I come out, only my friend is there. The others have gone. They had nothing to say to me. My friend grins at me. "I gave them your number."

To my surprise. I blush.